At days like these, wintercold brings fresh ideas and old memories together. An accidental glance through the glass of the window, and a woman's hand through your hair, gives you a feeling of borderless happiness.
And the terrible stories written in the paper in front of you, stay on the table, remain dead words. As long as this winterfeeling stays, nothing can bring the world outside in. And the facts and events of our world stay under a white frost, calm, asleep, but with a promise of terrible awakening.
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